The Yom Kippur prayer unites everyone who hears it. Twenty-five years after I converted, it still gives me goose bumps.
Who volunteers to sing in the synagogue choir for Kol Nidre? This year, I joined and found out.
A late-night mistake, a ruptured college friendship, and a Yom Kippur apology. Atonement can make things better, if not quite fix them.
Sixty years ago, I committed a small act of injustice against someone whose name I never knew. This Yom Kippur, I can finally set the record straight.
When an old frenemy gets back in touch, it raises the point crucial to Yom Kippur: Forgiveness doesn’t always fix everything, and that’s fine.
Novelist Darin Strauss talks about living with, and atoning for, a terrible car accident
My childhood bullying, and an attempt to atone for it